Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start.

Chapter 16 Using the Snow to Command the Daoist School

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"No need for cultivation, no need for work, just eating, drinking and sunbathing every day, occasionally shifting blame onto that strong woman Bibi Dong—this is the retirement life I've always dreamed of."

Nan Feng stretched and swaggered into the garden with an air of nonchalance. He found a white jade rocking chair that Bibi Dong usually liked the most, and sprawled out on it without any regard for his image. He casually picked a bright purple grape from the fruit bowl next to him and popped it into his mouth.

"Mmm...sweet!"

Feeling the juice burst in his mouth, Nan Feng squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

This is the benefit of the soul blood pact. This clone, which was originally just an energy aggregate, now possesses five senses almost identical to the original body.

Of course, this comes at a price.

As the fruit slid down the throat and into the stomach, the original sense of solidity vanished instantly, directly decomposed into nothingness by the Spider King's soul power filled with the aura of death within the body, leaving not even a trace.

"This appetite is truly voracious; they devour people without spitting out the bones."

Nan Feng sighed and was about to stuff another piece of pastry into his mouth to enjoy this rare moment of leisure.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

A chilling surge of soul power, accompanied by a youthful yet sacred angelic aura, abruptly entered the Saintess Temple's perception range.

Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes, which had been squinting, and sighed helplessly.

"Level ninety-six... This aura... it must be that one-eyed Light Feather Douluo, right?"

"And that angelic soul power, so full of milky scent... Qian Renxue?"

"well……"

Nan Feng looked at the pastries in his hand, sighed helplessly, and threw them back onto the plate with a look of utter despair.

"Just got off work and now back to work? Even the donkeys in the production team aren't treated like this."

"His biological father just died, and instead of going to the funeral to mourn, he comes to me, his stepmother, seeking comfort?"

"It's terrible! I want a vacation too! Why do I have to work overtime and take care of the kids?"

Although he was unwilling, Nan Feng adjusted his posture for the sake of the bigger picture and his own life.

He didn't stand up to greet her, but remained lazily leaning back in the rocking chair. Only his expression instantly switched from a "slacking off" to a "loving mother" mode that was a bit confused and a bit gentle.

Hidden among the flowers, a small golden head quietly peeked out from behind a huge Roman column.

Qian Renxue's eyes were red, her small hands gripped the edge of the stone pillar tightly, and her body was still trembling slightly.

She didn't dare rush out directly. No matter how much she longed for her mother's embrace, the deep-seated fear still made her instinctively choose to observe first.

Her gaze swept through the flowers, and she saw that familiar figure.

At this moment, Bibi Dong was not sitting upright at her desk handling official business as usual, nor was she cultivating. Instead, she was slumped on the white jade rocking chair without any decorum.

One leg was even dangling outside, and she was holding a piece of unfinished mung bean cake in her hand. She was squinting at the sun, looking lazy and content in the sun.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue's previously anxious heart inexplicably felt half relieved.

If it were that cold, hateful "real mother," she would never show such a languid expression.

Only that amnesiac, gentle "new mother" would be so carefree.

"Mom...Mom?"

Qian Renxue called out tentatively, her voice thick with nasal tone and trembling slightly.

Nan Feng, who was enjoying his "retirement life" in the rocking chair, paused.

He slowly sat up, casually tossed the half-eaten mung bean cake back onto the plate, turned his head, and a hint of surprise and confusion perfectly appeared in his purple eyes.

"Xue'er?"

Nan Feng looked at the small figure hiding behind the pillar, too afraid to approach, his brows furrowing slightly. His tone was filled with natural concern. "Why are you here? What are you doing hiding there?"

Hearing that familiar, gentle voice, Qian Renxue's last line of defense completely collapsed.

"Mother!!"

They no longer cared about any probing or etiquette.

Qian Renxue let out a mournful cry, and with her short legs, she stumbled out of the flower bushes and plunged headfirst into Nan Feng's arms.

"Waaaah... Mommy..."

She clung tightly to Nan Feng's waist, burying her face in his faintly fragrant embrace, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls.

Just now, her second grandfather told her that her father had died and had been buried.

She didn't even get to see him one last time, and she didn't even leave a single thought behind.

She wanted to cry and tell her mother that her father was dead, and that she was so sad.

But... the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back.

I can't tell!

You absolutely mustn't tell!

A few days ago, in order to preserve this hard-won maternal love, she told her mother herself, "My father died a long time ago, and that pope is not my father."

If she were to cry and say "Dad just died" now, it would be tantamount to admitting that she lied.

What's even more terrifying is that if Mom finds out the truth, will it upset her again and make her revert to being the cold and self-loathing person she once was?

She has already lost her father, she can't lose her mother too!

"Waaaaah..."

Qian Renxue could only cry, cry desperately, but she gritted her teeth and didn't explain a single word.

"Oh dear, what happened?"

Nan Feng felt the little one trembling violently in his arms, and reached out to gently pat Qian Renxue's back.

"Why are you crying like this? Who bullied our Xue'er?"

Nan Feng asked softly, feigning ignorance, "Is cultivation too tiring? Or did some idiot upset you?"

Qian Renxue shook her head desperately, only burying her head deeper and gripping her hands even tighter.

"No...no one bullied me..."

Qian Renxue sobbed, her voice broken, "I just... I just miss my mom... Waaah..."

"Missing your mom?"

Nan Feng chuckled softly, reached out and cupped Qian Renxue's tear-streaked face, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb.

"Silly child, if you miss your mother, come find her. Why are you crying?"

"Mom is always here, she's not going anywhere."

As he spoke, Nan Feng pulled Qian Renxue back into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, but his gaze went beyond the garden wall to the figure hidden in the shadows in the distance.

Light Ling Douluo.

At this moment, Guangling did not approach. He was squatting on the top of a tall sycamore tree, his single eye fixed on every move in the garden, the Guangling Divine Bow in his hand faintly visible, clearly indicating that he was on high alert.

If Bibi Dong shows even the slightest sign of doing something wrong, or reveals any intention to harm Qian Renxue, he will immediately step in to save her.

but……

The scene before him, however, silenced the naturally unconventional worshipper.

The gloomy and cold Bibi Dong I remembered is gone.

Instead, she became a gentle, patient, and even somewhat doting mother.

"Is this... another personality after going mad?"

As Guangling Douluo watched Bibi Dong gently pat Qian Renxue's back and listened to her soothing voice, he felt a mix of emotions.

"Big brother is right... This might really be a good thing for Xue'er."

"The lucid Bibi Dong was a madwoman, while this confused Bibi Dong... is the real mother."

in the garden.

Nan Feng withdrew his gaze.

He knew that Guangling was watching, and he also knew that Qiandaoliu was definitely paying attention to this as well.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Once the "compassionate mother" persona is established, no matter how cold-hearted Bibi Dong's true self may be, Qian Daoliu will make an exception for her in order to keep this "compassionate mother clone."

This clone is Bibi Dong's best get-out-of-jail-free card.

It was also his talisman that protected him from going mad later!

This is called "using a thousand feet of snow to command a thousand streams"!

"Okay, okay, stop crying."

Nan Feng picked up the unfinished mung bean cake from the plate beside him and held it to Qian Renxue's lips, saying as if coaxing a child:

"Looks like you're starving. Here, have a piece of pastry."

"This is something Mom specially saved for you, it's sweet."

Qian Renxue looked at the half-eaten mung bean cake, her tears still wet, but she couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears.

That was what Mom left over...

But she didn't mind at all.

She opened her small mouth and obediently took a bite. The sweet taste melted in her mouth, slightly easing the bitterness in her heart.

"Is it sweet?" Nanfeng asked with a smile.

"Mmm...sweet." Qian Renxue nodded, her voice trembling with tears.

"Sweet is just right."

Nan Feng patted her head and said meaningfully:

"Life is always bitter, so we must learn to find our own sweetness."

"If you ever feel bitter in the future, come to your mother."

"Mom has plenty here..."